Blog di lauren-rawrr - LAUHARLOU

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open up your hearts people.
page one.
chapter one.
verse
motherfucking
one.

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please don't shoot me down
cause i'm flyin'
i'm flyin'
i'm high up
please don't shoot me down
cause i'm flyin'
i'm high up

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# Postato lunedì 08 settembre 2008 19:24

jsuis avec léoe en francais (:

stupid
stupid
stupid
stupid
i mean, come on, get over yourself. >>

la fiown & la la kearnz....
mw cest ma vie : )

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# Postato venerdì 29 agosto 2008 13:53

there's more to life than just to live

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i understand how scissors can beat paper
& i get how a rock can beat scissors , but
there's no fuckin way paper can beat rock.
is paper supposed to magically wrap
around the rock and leave it immovable?
why the hell cant paper do this to scissors ? screw scissors, why cant paper
do this to people? why aren't sheets
of college ruled notebook paper constantly suffocating students as they take
notes in class ? i'll tell you why - because paper cant beat anybody. a rock would
tear that shit up in 2 seconds. when i
play rock paper scissors , i always
choose rock. then when somebody claims to have beaten me with their paper
i can punch them with my already clenched fist & say : oh shit im sorry ! i tought
paper would protect you asshole.

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# Postato lunedì 28 luglio 2008 14:31

turn on that radio as loud as it can go

Let's get fucked up and die - Motion City Soundtrack

Let's get fucked up and die.
I'm speaking figuratively, of course.
Like the last time that I committed suicide,
Social suicide.
Yeah so I'm already dead, on the inside,
But I can still pretend.
With my memories and photographs,
I've learned to love the lie.

I wanna know what it's like to be awkward and innocent, not belligerent.
I wanna know how it feels to be useful and pertinent and have common sense, yeah.
Let me in,
Let me in to the club.
Cause I wanna belong,
And I need to get strong.
And if memory serves.
I'm addicted to words and they're useless.

Let's get fucked up and die.
I'm riding hard on the last legs of every lie.
And the BMX bike of my life is about to explode,
I'm about to explode.
I'm a mess, I'm a wreck.
I am perfect and I have learned to accept:
All my problems and short comings,
Cause I am so visceral yet deeply inept.

I want to thank you for being a part of my Forget-Me-Nots and Marigolds,
And all the things that don't get old.
Is it legal to do this?
I surely don't know.
It's the only way I have learned to express myself.
Through other peoples' descriptions of life.
I'm afraid I'm alone and entirely useless.

Let's get fucked up and die.
For the last time with feeling,
We'll try not to smile.
As we cover our heads and drink heavily into the night,
That's no shock and surprise.
I believe that I can overcome this and beat everything in the end.
But I choose to abuse for the time being.
Maybe I'll win, but for now I've decided to die.

Sister Soldier you've been such a positive influence on my mental frame.
If I could ever repay you I would but I'm hard up for cash,
And my memory lacks initiative.
Goddamn the liquor store's closed.
We're so close to scoring.
It hurts, it destroys, 'till it kills.
I am tired and hungry and totally useless.

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# Postato lunedì 28 luglio 2008 13:46